The Island, Chapter 22 - Sex Stories

The Island, Chapter 22

... could reconsider, the Frenchwoman had pulled her shirt over her head, flashing those hairy pits at us as she unleashed her swollen boobs. Joelle seemed transfixed by the swaying jugs as drops of milk formed on the fat nipples. Gabrielle sat between us, and directed us each to lie down with our heads in her lap. I opened my mouth eagerly, and Joelle followed suit a little more slowly. I noticed her hands were shaking as she twisted her fingers together in anxiety. I reached over to take her hand in mine, and she looked at me briefly. “Relax,” I said. “Close your eyes and let instinct take over.” I followed my own advice, and soon a milky mammary slipped into my mouth, and I began suckling the sweet milk happily. I heard slurping sounds from the other side, indicating Joelle had taken the other breast. Gabrielle began humming, wrapping her arms around our heads and stroking our hair as we pulled on her bountiful teats. Initially, I lost myself in the innocent pleasure of breastfeeding, but of course, being an adult, my libido soon woke and had my dick erect and throbbing. I reached back, letting go of Joelle’s hand, and my questing fingers found her soft, full breast. The nipple was already hard, and I caressed the firm mound lovingly, bringing a moan to her lips, the sound burbling wetly around Gabrielle’s squirting tit. We enjoyed our private little heaven for five minutes or so, draining the young lovely’s hooters completely, and all three of us getting fairly hot and ...

... bothered in the process. As the flow tapered off, I disengaged, the fat nipple trailing across my cheek wetly. I had hoped to suggest we take this rendez-vous elsewhere and get a little more naked in the process, but approaching voices led Gabrielle to quickly redress and ended my scheming. Joelle and I sat up quickly, wiping our lips simultaneously. I glanced at her, and was amused to see her pupils dilated, her eyes wide and luminous with arousal. Her nipples were tenting the fabric of her shirt, and she looked positively radiant. She looked back at me with a smile. “God, I have never been more turned on in my life!” she whispered. “That was amazing!” “Then we must do this again, non? ” Gabrielle murmured. “Maybe we can retire to somewhere more privee , and take it a little further next time?” “Oh, yeah!” I said enthusiastically. “What do you say, baby?” “I think I might like that,” Joelle said huskily. Connor, James and Brandon arrived seconds later, Connor on his makeshift crutches. “Hey guys. What’s up?” I asked. “Do I have to use the crutches all the time?” Connor asked pugnaciously. “He told you before not to walk on it,” Brandon said crossly. “Let me look at it,” I said, squatting down. I squeezed the leg, addressing the muscles and joints above and below the break, then approaching the site of the fracture itself. There seemed to be minimal swelling, and the boy didn’t flinch. “Try putting weight on it,” I instructed. “Go slowly—just a little at a time.” Hid did so, and ...